He's Not Gay !

Eve Evans gets cornered by a grinning client downstairs, yapping about his buddy Kevin up in her massage room. The guy's posse is shelling out extra cash to guarantee Kevin scores a happy ending—gotta stroke that fragile ego back to life. Kevin's clueless, lying there all innocent, no clue a smoking hot Latina like Eve is about to knead his muscles deep and dirty, then blow his mind (and more) before the clock runs out. Watch her sly hands roam every inch of him, turning the tough guy into a whimpering puddle. Eve's buzzing with heat just thinking about the surprise ambush, ramping up the tension slow and wicked till he's throbbing for it. She flips on a private striptease just for him—her curves? Pure sin, the kind that hits you like a freight train. She flaunts her killer tattoo lineup, then slicks oil over those perky tits, pressing 'em slick and warm across his chest in a tease that'll fry his circuits. She drags it out, building the fire, before yanking that towel away and swallowing his rock-hard cock balls-deep. Wet slurps echo as she throats him easy, no gag, just pure, sloppy heaven.